JOHN Keats emulated his older contemporary Wordsworth by visiting Scotland (and writing with pleasure about the experience).

Sadly, he scaled Ben Nevis in inauspicious weather!

WRITTEN FROM THE TOP OF BEN NEVIS

Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud

Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist!

I look into the chasms, and a shroud

Vapourous doth hide them, - just so much I wist

Mankind do know of hell; I look o'erhead,

And there is sullen mist, - even so much

Mankind can tell of heaven; mist is spread

Before the earth, beneath me, - even such,

Even so vague is man's sight of himself!

Here are the craggy stones beneath my feet, -

Thus much I know that, a poor witless elf,

I tread on them, - that all my eye doth meet

Is mist and crag, not only on this height,

But in the world of thought and mental might!